After the imperial list was posted, the next day, several miraculous doctors who claimed to be able to rejuvenate their lives were revealed.

However, after taking Qingli's pulse, each miraculous doctor shook his head and sighed that he had poor medical skills. He also needed to ask Gao Mingyun, so he left in shame with the medicine box on his back.

Every time someone reveals the emperor's list, Qingli will ignite hope. However, after the diagnosis and treatment, there is a deeper disappointment.

After a few days, her face was covered with a layer of blue gray.

The disappointment in my heart gradually turned into irreversible despair.

It seems that she really can never give birth to a child again...

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the imperial list posted on the palace wall was revealed again. Qingli no longer had any hope at this time, but when he thought of Murong Che's worried look, he still reluctantly invited the miracle doctor to come in and take a look.

Through the screen, the miraculous doctor took the pulse for Qingli.

"It seems that the princess suffered a serious loss in her miscarriage last time! Has Tiankui been here recently, and Yue Xin always had abdominal pain during those days?"

He spoke with a very young voice, probably not over thirty years old.

Qingli was a little surprised and said, "The other doctors are all very old and have white hair and beards. This miracle doctor looks very young."

"The so-called wisdom is not about being old, and the same is true for medical skills. If a person without talent lives to the age of seventy and eighty years, he is still a quack doctor. If he has real talent and knowledge, what's the harm in being young?"

The voice sound was a little arrogant, as if he had great confidence in his medical skills.

Xiyue smiled and said, "What the miracle doctor is talking about is. Princess, this miracle doctor has a superb medical skills. There is a concubine in the palace who has suffered a stubborn disease for more than ten years. The imperial doctor in the Imperial Hospital has been helpless. As a result, the miracle doctor went over and prescribed a prescription, and immediately the medicine was eliminated!"

"Take it seriously?" Qingli also felt energetic.

The miraculous doctor hummed and said, "Princess, are the symptoms I mentioned before accurate?"

Qingli's Tiankui has always been chaotic. Every time Kui Water comes, she will feel abdominal pain. What this miraculous doctor said is indeed very accurate.

"The miracle doctor said it very accurately!"

Qingli was a little excited.

This miracle doctor sounds so powerful, maybe she can really have no choice but to have her infertility?

"Miscellaneous Doctor, what treatment can I treat with my infertility?"

"What's the difficulty?" The genius doctor snorted, "The princess was a miscarriage of blood, which hurt her body, and had symptoms of deficiency and coldness. In addition, the menstrual blood is not smooth and blood blocked, so it will be difficult to conceive. When I prescribe a prescription, the princess drinks it every day and takes care of it for two or three years to cure the medicine! At that time, it will be fine if she gives birth to ten or eight!"

Qingli was so excited that he almost jumped up.

There is really no way out for mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers!

"The princess can rest assured now!" Xiyue smiled, "Please ask the miracle doctor and I to come and prescribe the prescription."

The miraculous doctor followed Xiyue out of the hall.

It was not until he walked far away from the Daming Palace that the miraculous doctor spoke and said, "Aunt, these words were said according to my aunt's instructions. Nothing went wrong, right?"

Xiyue said: "You performed well, and you will not lose your silver reward."

"Thank you aunt!"

Xiyue glanced at the man and said seriously: "But there is one thing you must remember--control your mouth, otherwise, be careful of causing a murder!"

"Please rest assured, this aunt, you can save it!"

Xiyue sent the miracle doctor out of the palace. After finishing everything, she went to Zhenghe Palace to report his life.

"All done?" Murong Che said lightly.

"It's done."

Murong Che nodded and asked, "What about her, what about now?"

"The princess is so happy, she is jumping around, just like before."

Murong Che nodded and said, "I will feel relieved in this way."

Xiyue smiled slightly, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Master, can we deceive the princess like this? What if..."

Murong Che looked at the sunset outside the window, his back was lonely and gloomy.

"This is also a helpless move. You haven't seen her all day long, she is restless in sleep and eating, and she has lost weight. I feel sorry for her. Now, I just want to make her happy. As for the child's affairs, let's talk about it in the future..."

Xiyue sighed: "The emperor is infatuated with the princess, I hope the princess can understand!"

Qingli was in a happy mood after learning such good news. After making a fuss in the Daming Palace for a while, he ran towards Zhenghe Palace, hoping to share the good news with him immediately.

"Archer, Archer..."

Qingli ran in from outside, his cheeks flushed and he was a little gasping.

Murong Che stepped forward and held her hand, tidied her messy hair, kissed her cheek, and said, "What happened? She was jumping around like a rabbit!"

"Arche, I have good news to tell you!" Qingli's little face turned red and his eyes shining.

“What good news?”

"Guess!"

"Is it possible that a miracle doctor came to the palace today and said that your infertility can be cured?" Murong Che reached out and hugged her in his arms.

"How do you know?" Qingli opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"I don't know what's wrong in this palace?" Murong Che asked back.

Qingli looked at him charmingly, pouted, but he felt very happy.

I was in a good mood, and I remembered the fact that she had left behind her. She glared at Murong Che and said coquettishly: "Didn't you say that you would give me a gift when I was in the middle of the battle? I didn't give me anything!"

"You are in such a bad mood these days, how dare I give you any gifts?"

"Hmph, you're not prepared for anything at all, right?" Qingli glanced at him with his eyes slanted.

Murong Che coughed twice, his face a little embarrassed.

"Big Bad guy!" Qing Li angrily hit him twice.

This guy is really not prepared for anything!

Forget it, it is easier to expect a rude man like Murong Che to play romance, than to expect pies to fall from the sky. At most, he would say a few sweet words when coaxing her. Don’t count on anything else.

Murong Che thought for a while and said, "I thought of a gift that I could give to you, but I have to wait till evening."

“What gift?”

Murong Che coughed and said quietly: "You will know tonight."

Qingli pouted and leaned in his arms, but he was very expectant in his heart.

Oh, what gift would he give him?

She looked up at Murong Che's hard chin and unfathomable eyes, and her heart burst. Why do she always feel that his smile is so subtle?

Qingli suddenly blushed.

Could it be—

He planned to pack himself and tie a bow and give it to her!?

In the evening, when Murong Che finished handling government affairs and returned to the bedroom in the dark, he found that Qingli was looking at him with a pair of shiny big eyes full of expectations.

It seemed as if he was waiting for him to suddenly create a gift and surprise her.

As a result, when the two of them finished dinner and went to the Imperial Garden for a walk around to digest food, he did not bring out the gift.

Qingli sat on the bed in his bedcloth, pouting, feeling a little disappointed.

But Murong Che ordered Xiyue to say a few words. Xiyue responded and left the bedroom. After a while, a palace servant put the pen and ink paint on it, placed it on a small shelf next to the bed, and then retreated together.

Murong Che lifted up his imperial pen and gently adjusted the pigment in the porcelain plate.

Qingli looked aside and guessed, "You want to draw and give it to me?"

"Um."

Qingli's eyes circled the pen and ink paint again and said, "But there is no paper, where is the painting?"

Murong Che calmly adjusted the paint. After finishing, he sat silently on the edge of the bed and carried Qingli over. Without saying a word, he began to untidy her bedcloth.

"What are you doing? Um..."

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by his hot lips and tongue, blocking all her words forcefully, and sucking with her tender lips in her mouth. His long tongue drove straight into her mouth, sweeping her freely, as if to make her stain his breath.

The two of them had never been intimate for a long time. Qingli was so confused by him that he kissed her, and her body was particularly moved.

The thin bedding was easily untied by him and slid to the ground, revealing her white skin. Murong Che held her, and his rough palms were wandering on her delicate and soft skin.

Qingli looked at his naked body, and then looked at him well-dressed, and said dissatisfied: "Every time I'm like this, stripping me naked like an egg, but you're dressed well by yourself!"

"I took off your clothes, and of course you should take them off."

After saying this, Murong Che kissed her cheek again, and the tiny kiss fell on her body like spring rain, gently and intimately, making her feel extremely sweet.

Qingli's cheeks were hot, but he endured his shyness and reached out to untie his belt.

Murong Che chuckled, letting her rush to untidy his clothes, and lowered his head to kiss her pink ears.

The kiss slid all the way, and it swept across her slender jade neck like a dragonfly, kissed her shoulders, and finally fell on her slender and beautiful collarbone.

Murong Che seemed to be interested in her collarbone, sucking, kissing and licking her, and tentatively stretching out her teeth and chewing her gently.

Her ear roots and collarbone were her most sensitive parts, and Qingli couldn't help but whisper.

The voice is thin, like the singing of a young bird.
Chapter completed!